The Driver’s Daughter crafted a facade of wealth to become the school’s most popular girl, while she spread rumors that I was just an infatuated admirer. When valuable items were stolen from her home, she pleaded with me not to involve the police, only to later lead the effort to ostracize me at school. I was falsely accused of assaulting a female classmate. As my parents sought the truth, she leaked our family’s confidential information to our competitors. After being framed, my family went bankrupt and ended up homeless. One night, a disturbed individual attacked us with a knife, and she watched in her designer clothes, laughing at our misfortune. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the past, before it all began. Once more, the Driver’s Daughter was flaunting her wealth in front of the class: “This weekend, I’m inviting everyone to the Mansion for a party!” As everyone cheered, I immediately sent a message: no Mansion events allowed. Forget being the top socialite; if I don’t stand up for myself, they’ll think I’m a fool!
“Miss Avery is so generous, truly a beautiful and kind Heiress!” “Thank you, Miss Avery, for broadening our horizons!” … I opened my eyes to the sound of cheers. Avery was at the center of attention, basking in the praise and admiration. Noticing my gaze, she turned her head, a strange emotion flickering in her eyes. Someone followed “Miss Avery’s” line of sight and noticed me, and the mocking began, deliberately loud. “Isn’t that the guy who has a crush on Miss Avery? Staring at her like that won’t change anything. She’s with the Campus Heartthrob!” This sentence triggered my memory. It was too familiar; I’d heard it before in another life. I had been reborn, and realizing my current situation, my whole body trembled. It wasn’t fear; it was excitement. In my last life, I was rumored to like Avery, mocked by classmates. I thought keeping a low profile would be enough. But later, I realized Avery did it on purpose. She called herself an Heiress, enjoying benefits similar to mine, but secretly instigated trouble, saying I was an infatuated follower. “He likes me, chasing after me, what can I do? We’re classmates, I can’t be too harsh.” That should have been my line. But when she said it, it was twisted. Riding in luxury cars with her, coming and going together, Avery claimed it was out of pity. I was the real heir, but turned into a struggling student. She, the Driver’s Daughter, turned into an Heiress. Although she relied on my family’s support, she hated us. The money my family spent on her could have supported hundreds of struggling students, yet she had no gratitude. Thinking of this, I quickly took out my phone and sent a message. “From today, no one is allowed into any of our Mansions. If anyone can’t guard the door, they can leave!” Without access to the Mansion, let’s see how you throw your party.
In high school, Avery was brought to our house by her parents, both bowing to my dad. “Thank you, Mr. Carter, for sponsoring my daughter’s education. We will work hard!” Avery’s dad was our driver, her mom our housekeeper. When they heard my dad wanted to sponsor a student, they immediately asked him to help Avery. My dad agreed; Avery had good grades and was smart. We thought it was just a regular sponsorship, but unexpectedly, it was the start of our nightmare. For Avery’s convenience, she moved into our house, enjoying the same treatment as me. After starting school, rumors began circulating that I liked Avery. Avery was rumored to be the top Heiress, picked up by luxury cars daily, while I, who kept a low profile, became the “sponsored” struggling student intruding on Avery. I wanted to explain, but Avery cried, saying if she explained, she’d be ridiculed. The rumors were just gossip, and she told me not to worry. “You promised to keep a low profile at school, or do you want people to accuse you of bullying, focusing on your money?” “A student’s job is to study!” I bottled up these words. My parents were busy and seldom home, and even if I explained, no one would believe me. Like Avery said, I should focus on my studies. Just as I improved my grades, I found many valuable items missing at home. I wanted to call the police, but Avery stopped me. “Wait for your dad to come back before doing anything. If you call the police, how will you attend school?” I didn’t call the police, but rumors spread that I was clinging to Avery to get into high society. Classmates began to ostracize me, and Avery’s popular boyfriend started causing trouble. I was locked in a storeroom, hit on the head on the street. I was bullied because of Avery. When I got a concussion, my parents returned to confront the school. But before they could find Avery, they received terrible news. Avery’s dad leaked company secrets to our rivals. He pretended my dad asked him to deliver confidential files, which he then sold at a high price to our rivals. With the money, they disappeared. My family was framed and went bankrupt, ending up on the street. Late at night, a deranged man attacked us with a knife, and we died at his hands. How could it be so coincidental? Before dying, Avery, in her designer clothes, looked at our family with disdain: “I hate you rich people the most. You deserve to die, worthless lives.” It was murder, but the attacker wouldn’t face any consequences, and Avery’s family took the money and fled. Recalling the pain and injustice before death, my eyes reddened. Avery, just wait. I won’t let you get away with it!
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